Pecksniffian: Blatantly hypocritical; self-righteous.
"I told you, not tonight," Loki grumbles, pushing Thor half-heartedly away with his foot, and trying to ignore his pouting husband in favour of perusing a new book. "I don't feel like it, and besides, this book is really, really good!"
The book wasn't that good, something about alphabets and going on a different-themed date every weekend. Classic chick lit, and Loki wouldn't be caught dead with it, except that Thor had absolutely no interest in books (other than juvenile ones that he read, very slowly, to Modi, and Modi at this point was most likely able to read faster than his father, and other than those Nicholas Sparks novels that Thor seemed capable of reading in a single sitting, sobbing great tears all the while and mucking up the pages. Loki had discovered this particular habit right splat in the middle of A Walk to Remember, when he had been unable to read a single word for all the ink smudges). But really, Loki didn't feel up to it tonight.
Thor pouts, and when he sees that Loki is firmly refusing to budge from his position, flops down beside his husband and hugs his thigh to him in favour of the alternative. Loki rolls his eyes, wets his finger, and turns the page without finishing the last paragraph.
Good God, Loki thinks to himself, as Thor thrusts into him, his massive frame blocking out the light from the open windows and the faint candle burning at the side of the bed. He closes his eyes, swallows a scream that surely would have woken his children in the other room, feeling the sparks of pleasure racing up and down his spine, pooling in the pit of his stomach, hot, molten, desperate and burning, and then Thor just stops. Completely.
Loki snaps open his eyes, glaring at him, but Thor is not budging.
"What are you doing?" he hisses, and Thor just smirks at him, and Loki wants to scream, wants to claw his eyes out, how dare he laugh? "Don't stop, you fool."
"I thought you didn't want it," Thor says, with a shrug, and horror of horrors, begins to pull out, despite Loki clenching tightly around him and begging him not to leave. "You said you didn't want to."
And then he is, really, truly out, and
Loki wakes up with a moan in his throat, and Thor snoring away heartily beside him. He looks down at the tent in his nightpants, looks at Thor, back to his aching cock.
A few moments later, he is battering Thor over the head with a candlestick, trying to get him to wake up.
"Huh? Loki? What is it?" Thor mumbles sleepily, rolling over to look at him and getting a bashing straight in the nose for his efforts.
"I want you to fuck me," Loki hisses, rolling on top of Thor and discarding the candlestick over the side of the bed. "I had a bad dream, an absolute nightmare, and you're going to help me forget it."
Thor is surprised, but rests his hands on Loki's hips and blinks furiously, trying to wake up as Loki tugs down his trousers and seats himself in Thor's lap.